To My Friend
Two souls caught in the grasp of a disease
Both fighting to stay alive
Your struggle I can carry
I will not burden you with mine
Although we've never met
I love you as though you were my sister
You will never have to fight this alone
I'll always be here for you
I make all of your joys and sorrows my own
I will lift you up when you can't go one
I live to hear your laughter and
The next phone call
I cannot tell you that I continue to struggle
I want you never to worry
You carry too much already
I love you too much to hurt you
I am the stronger one
I will gladly carry you when you have fallen
If I could make your pain my own I would take it from you
My friend, this is how much you mean to me.
BellaDonna
Written 1/4/00